I turn my head, and there he is.
Laughing. Happy. Talking with his hands. Expounding on the
infinity of space and the magic in moonbeams.
Oblivious.
He walks with a buddy along a busy pavement, past two lanes of
traffic, one parked, and the other standing still. He might see me if he looks.
Will he recognize my car, stuck in the jam? And if he does, will I see it in
his face?
The truck ahead of me crawls forward. I turn my head once more,
and there he is.
Moving on.
Ah, that sweet sweet moment. I love these. Once upon a time I used to fall in love at every intersection. I should quit looking down at the sidewalk and let love in!
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